ARMAGH IS CALLING ANTRIM
LONDONDERRY TO DOWN
STAND FAST O SONS OF ULSTER
STEADY - FOR HOME & CROWN
YOU SENT US HERE O BRITAIN
TO HOLD THE FIERCE BLEAK NORTH
TO SOW AND REAP AND LOYAL KEEP
WHEN HAVE WE BROKEN TROTH ?
LOOK AT OUR MILLS STILL WORKING
OUR SHIPS ON EVERY MAIN
OUR MEADOWS WHITE WITH LINEN
OUR FIELDS ALL GOLD WITH GRAIN
AND NOW YOU HAND US OVER
TO THOSE WHO HATE YOU WORST
WHO CHEER YOUR FOES & SMIRCH YOUR FLAG
AND CALL YOUR RULE ACCURST
TRAITORS MAY CALL IT TREASON
TO RALLY ROUND THE THRONE
FOOLISH AND OUT OF REASON
ONE PROVINCE FIGHTING ALONE
BUT WE OF THE NORTHERN COUNTIES
WE CARE NOT WHAT THEY SAY
OH, STEADY MEN OF ULSTER
AND STAND FOR YOUR OWN TODAY
ANTRIM IS CALLING TO ARMAGH
LONDONDERRY TO DOWN
STEAD FAST, O SONS OF ULSTER
RALLY FOR HOME & CROWN
Written by Miss May Crommelin
THE BOYS
OF ULSTER
Where are the boys of Ulster - where are the lads we
knew
who fought for Britain’s honour firm, faithful, tried & true
they lie on blood stained battlefields, they rest in stormy
deep
in far of lonely valleys, they sleep their long last sleep.
When Britain’s cry for fighting men, rang o'er land & sea
the Sons of Ulster sprang to arms, 'gainst Prussian
tyranny
from the bank & from the office, from factory and field
poured Carson’s splendid army, the lads who could not yield.
They carried Ulster’s banner fourth, & guarded it from stain
through fiercest fight the c'lrs bore, fearless of death &
pain
when that day of bitter anguish, bawned upon fair Frances
shore
forward Ulster came the order as our gallant lads went o'er.
No surrender was their cry as they dashed across the plain
over Flanders bloody field of woe, to mingle with the slain
they fought with mainly courage and a noble purpose high
they thought of home & Ulster & they smiled as death drew
nigh.
Where the battle raged the fiercest, mid a hell of roaring
gun
they fought & died for Britain, there they sleep old
Ulster’s sons
their memory will never die, and through the years to be
they sweetly rest, with life’s warfare over.
TILL THE TRUMPET SOUNDS REVEILLE.
To The
Rescue
The doubling drum is sounding
All o'er the loyal North,
And faithful hearts are bounding,
As its summons bids them forth;
And our fathers flag is flying
Aloft in blazoned pride
And fearless men are hieing
To rank them by its side.
2. And Down's green vales are ringing.
With loyal sounds once more,
To Antrim, Echo flinging
From cliff and rocky shore;
For Derry's ancient slogan
Is pealing to the sky,
And
Bann gives back the token-
"We conquer or we die."
3. And stern Locch Erne is bounding
In answer to the call,
And stout Tyrone resounding,
Wakes rocky Donegal;
And all along the border
Of Cavan's fire-tried land,
Ranks in unbroken order
A firm devouted band.
4. And the "Diamond" bright is blazing
Mid champions of the truth
And the gathering cry is raising
The scatterers of Truagh;
And loud--hurrah! And louder!
O'er plain and inland wave,
Rings forth a summons prouder
Than ever monarch gave.
5. The motto of our glory!
The battle-word of old!
The boast of Orange story!
The 'prentice answer bold,
Rings louder--hurrah! Rings louder!
O'er plain and inland wave.
A mustering summons prouder
Than ever monarch gave.
6. And now, God bless the yeomen
In Ulster's happy homes,
God shield them from their foemen,
Uphold when danger comes,
May the Orange still united
With their fathers sturdy blueBy faction's breath unblighted
Wave o're their legions true
PORTADOWN
1.In sixteen hundred and forty
one those Fenians formed a plan
To massacre us Protestants down by the River Bann
To massacre us Protestants and not to spare a man
But to drive us down like a heard of swine into the
River Bann.
2. Brave Porter fell a victim, because he did intend
To help his brother Protestants their lives for to
defend
The blood did stain the waters red, their bones lay
all around
As they drove them down into the Bann that flows
Through Portadown.
3. A lady living in Loughgall and with her children
five
She begged for the sake of them to let her be alive
That she might go to England her husband there to
see
And to live in peace and unity and far from Popery.
4. But O they would not hear her cry, they placed
her on the ground
And after having tortured her the six of them they
bound
They said you are a heretic, the Pope you do defy
And its from this bridge in Portadown this day your
doom to die.
5. And after having tortured her to a pain she could
not stand
Down through the streets of Portadown they dragged
her to the Bann
O'Shane appointed as her guard to guide her on her
way
And the thought of five young children was leading
her astray.
6. At least the hundred faithful souls in Portadown
were slain
All were the deeds of Popery their wicked words to
gain
But God sent down brave Cromwell our Deliverer to be
And he put down Popery in this land us Protestants
set free.
7. King William soon came after him and planted at
the Boyne
An Orange Tree there that we should bear in mind
How Popery did murder us Protestants did drown
The bones of some can still be seen this day in Portadown.
"SONS OF ULSTER"
No surrender was their cry as they dashed across the plain
over Flanders bloody field of woe, to mingle with the slain
they fought with mainly courage and a noble purpose high
they thought of home & Ulster & they smiled as death drew
nigh. 
